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A Wretched Thing Lyrics & Chords By They Feed At Night
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Slaughtered mess on my front porch
Dead neighbor screaming
A faceless child in the street
A funeral for every morning
Awoken in a puddle of blood
Naked and confused
It isn?t his blood, it isn?t her blood
He is the killer, the wolf
Not a man!
A wretched thing
There is nowhere in the night
To search for blood,
To live my wretchedness,
To craft my killings,
To live a life of torment
Not a man!
A wretched thing
